The Curse of the Sword

The night’s fury rules the day’s light

Yet the night beholds it’s beauty to him,

A lone fighter ,with anchor broken;

Bruised is his body

Unscathed his grey soul

Wounds mattered little,

When triumph is the only goal;

He slides the sharp glittering sword.swo

Into his cloak,the lone fighter has a aim.

Amidst the cover of the motherly night skies,

He enters the palace of the wrong.

He wouldn’t spare a soul, he woes;

But there lies a child in her cradle,

Lovely child on a moonless night.

He never came across a pure soul until now!

His sword growls at the hunger for blood,

His woes battles for the fair game,

Assassin he is, but not a heartless murderer.

As he silences his sword abandoning it away;

He plunges for the child with eyes of care,

For he would raise the beauty of the dark

It is a pure soul, unhindered by the locks of evil.

Vanishing into the darkness,he smiles;

The assassin pledges a new woe,

To be a father, the best one!

The sword awaits on the dark empty roads,to find it’s new owner

The one who is hungry for blood…

The sword is cursed 

But nobody will ever know!!


6 thoughts on “The Curse of the Sword

  1. Archana Kapoor says:

    wow.. amazing lines and love the thought… 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. A pure soul can show us the right path, and history knows, they have done that from time to time… 🙂 Beautiful poem…

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Prajakta says:

    Oh nice! I like how you have portrayed that it is never too late to change your ways..

    Liked by 1 person

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